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Guest Blogger Dan Cherubin: On Running in Tokyo

Today as a special treat we have a guest blogger, Daniel Cherubin. His blog, Rebbetzin Man in Japan is a favorite

Dan, left, enjoys Tokyo with his husband, Rabbi Antonio

of mine. Daniel is not only a great writer, particularly a great describer with his talent for comparison and contrast, but he is a terrific observer. He often notices something that other people might not and his sparkling wit comes to the fore with a comment or two. He is new to Tokyo having just moved here from New York in August with his husband, the new Rabbi at my synagogue. The Jewish Community of Japan, I hope, has been welcoming to Dan and Rabbi Antonio and getting to know both of them has been a real treat for me. So here is Dan’s view on the city – being new in the city and trying to get a little exercise.

Regards – see you Thursday!!

Aimee

Everything Is Not Always Perfect

The most common question I am asked by fellow ex-pats is, “How are you settling in?” This is often phrased as a very fretful question, as if a somewhat negative answer will upset some heretofore unknown equilibrium. After all, these are often the same people who constantly go on about how perfect life in Tokyo is: “There’s no crime, it’s so SAFE, everyone is so NICE, there’s no BAD NEWS.”

Personally, I think these people need to get out more. Yes, Tokyo has a very nice atmosphere, a patina of pleasantness, as it were. But frankly I’m glad there really are some cracks in its rather gray façade. I see daily train delays, pushy folks and petty vandalism. I’ve seen littering, schoolboys torturing cats and cigarettes flung into the street.

This is not to say Tokyo is hell. Rather, it is refreshing to see some semblance of regular city living. I’m glad to see it’s not a pristine city, afraid of some small, snide action. This entropy is not on the level of NYC or London, or at least it’s not visible to my ex-pat eye. But I do see something there, and that seems to upset many other Westerners. The Japanese, not so much.

It gives one the idea of actually living in a city while going about one’s daily activities. One activity I’ve taken up here is running. It was a combination of reasons: physical health, mental health, extra time ad yes, safer streets. Not safer in the sense of cars; Tokyoites, in my mind, are on the level of Bostonians when it comes to rules of the road, and many streets are narrow and uneven. But it is safer to run around at night in unknown parts of the city. There’s less chance of being attacked by crazies or having youth throw things at you.

But the latter actually did happen. A few times I felt a small object (usually rolled up paper or a wrapper) hit my back as I ran past some school kids. I usually just ignore it. Until that one fateful night…

I was running at around 5 PM, a bit earlier than usual. And I ran past a large group of high school students getting out of cram class. I ran around them as they took up the whole sidewalk (which is a whole other topic: the insistence of every Japanese to “mall-walk” in a bustling metropolis). And as I ran ahead of them, I got popped in the head with a can. Hard. There was no other place it could have originated, and watching them all look down at the ground when I came running back added to the guilty vibe. I ended up throwing the can point blank at one of the “ringleaders” and then continued on my run, hearing some accented English-language insults thrown after me.

I was angry, yes. I was also bleeding. And I imagine those kids will not throw cans at large, lumbering gaijin anymore. But I did get over the anger. It could have been a lot worse.

The interesting part came is when I recounted the story for various people. My Japanese colleagues and acquaintances were apologetic, but also mentioned the pressure on high school kids at cram time and didn’t seem altogether surprised that it could happen, although it didn’t make them happy. And my Western acquaintances? The ones who would always spin these tales of the Utopia of the East? They acted like I just told them ice cream is made from puppies. The intense denial, the fumbling for excuses (“They must not have been Japanese!”) the look of fear as if I was going to throw open the door to the world and show them that not everything is perfect. It was quite funny.

A bit later, I was perusing the fora on Runners World (yes, I’m being very geeky about running) and there was a topic on “problems from non-runners while you run.” Ninety percent of the runners’ responses? Teenagers throwing things at them. This is from the US, Canada, Latin America, Europe and, yes, Asia. It’s what teenagers do: act stupid without thinking.

And reading these comments, I definitely knew my situation could be worse. No one chased me with weapons, no one threw something dangerous like a rock, no one tried to trip me and rob me. I was made ever so slightly bloody by a drink can.

But it did happen and it was caused by Japanese youth. This stuff happens in a city. ANY city. Even Tokyo. There is crime, there are transit issues and there are stupid high school packs. It’s not the end of the world and in a way it’s nice to know that I’m living in reality. So, my advice to those who ask me how I’m settling in is, maybe they should take up running. They might experience the REAL Tokyo!

I’ve noticed a difference in littering depending on whether “eyes of others” are on you or not. I’ve seen hardly any littering on the street but there is almost always trash on the floor in the restroom at my office.

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